Why she hadn't faded, she couldn't tell. She'd wanted to the moment the first Dark one touched her. Instead, she survived.
And she remembered…
NO! She heard the breath of her beloved, sitting close and chafing her hand, catch painfully. He knew her thoughts so well; in healing her, he'd have to have seen… to have known it all.
She refused to inflict her memories on him again. This was her burden. His burden, unfortunately, would be to finish the fight alone.
She'd have to sail; so when he finally came West, he'd see her whole again. Alive.
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